Jan 7, 2023
I wonder how many myths were born of poor eyesight
How many giants are born of trees
And how many nonexistent gaps appear among the unseen thin branches
The floating lights that lost their containers by blending with the shadows
Hills born of clouds low on the horizon
The pale hazy things born of bright moonlight, the pull of the full, and everything in-between.
And
the howl
of something
unknown, unusual,
and unseen.
#Latee writes#mobile blogging#I took a walk a walk and saw the moon#and took my glasses off a few times#and the end was where like yeah that's a bit unusual and it's almost to dark to see#i hear dogs all the time#but never#like. that.#mostly just my idle thoughts at twilight#not creepy just. alone. not the lows and the highs and general sound im used to#...my eyesight isn't the worst#i can actually see pretty far#but everything has a very mild static and everything has a mild blur that gets worse the further and darker it is#i cannot read off a classroom board or read finer text on a roadsign
